Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 165

Grace's body froze. Even if she yelled right now, who is going to barge in and save her?

Saving her would be going against Alpha Reed. Who would be so stupid?

At least in this area, his pack was supreme.

She’d have to go far, far from here to escape his influence.

When she snapped out of her trance, his lips were kissing hers and he pried open her teeth, tasting all of her sweetness.

"No! I don't want it to be like this!"

Almost subconsciously, she suddenly bit him.

In the next moment, Grace's mouth was flooded with a bloody taste and she was taken aback.

Even so, he continued to kiss her, assertively forcing her to swallow his blood!

But that… in there world, trading blood formed a bond.

His lips were gentle but merciless. His taste was divine.

Even as she hated herself, she couldn’t resist the way he made her feel.

She did not know how much time had passed. When the kiss ended, her lips felt numb and the bloody taste in her mouth was very strong.

"Did it taste good?" he asked quietly. The corners of his lips were raised and a trickle of blood was slowly flowing down from one side of his mouth.

His faint smile was complemented by the dark red blood, making it seem extra bright.

She opened her mouth to speak but didn’t know what to say.

He raised a finger and gently wiped away the redness at the corner of her lips. "As a matter of fact, this is the first time a woman has drunk my blood. Sister, you have truly proven yourself to be the exception to many of my rules."

"Let me go, please," she begged with difficulty.

"Are you that unwilling to stay by my side?" he asked, his fingers gently stroking her beautiful head of hair.